Page 104 of Grave Possession

“What’s the matter, baby? Can’t think straight with my cock so close to where you want it?”

“No, I can’t,” she snips. I breach my tip at heropening as she sucks in a breath. Anticipation and arousal wrapping tight around us both. She groans out in frustration as I pull away again. “What was I saying?” She asks quietly, more to herself than to me.

“My secrets.” I rub my piercing up and down over her clit then slowly push into the apex of her thighs again.

“Right,” she states. Back and forth I rock my hips, dragging us both precariously close to the cliff of euphoria. “What happened to my parents?” she exhales. My breath stalls as I pause at her centre again. Her cunt throbs against the crown of my shaft, and my knees almost buckle from the feeling as my eyes roll into the back of my head. I lift her uninjured leg up over my hip, and savour the feeling as I leisurely push inside her.

“I killed them,” I whisper.

Mallory

I knew it.

Well, not really, but I heavily suspected it. Especially after collecting all the little bits of information and reviewing them all at once, I was pretty sure Nox was the one who made Barbra and Dennis disappear.

I’m not going to lie, I was extremely worried how I’d handle the information when I knew the truth. Like, really knew it. Would I spiral, lash out, or hate him? Would my heart break in some irreparable way? Would I end things? Not that he’d ever let that happen… But would I try?

I could never land on an honest to god feeling of how I would react to the information, and now I know why.

I like it.

I knew I would, I just couldn’t accept that deranged part of myself. However, hearing him confess the truth so easily turns me borderline feral.

“How?” I ask, the question slipping free without me realizing it. His thick cock stretches me so deliciously every time, it’s near impossible to pay attention to anything but the feel of him inside me.

Ghost pushes in to the hilt, groaning at the sensation of me sheathed around him completely. “I yanked them from their bed one night while you were sleeping so innocently. Completely unaware of the fact I was just down the hall ending your torment.” He slowly pulls out then pushes back in. “I bound their hands and feet with rope, then gagged both of them with Dennis’s dirty socks before wrapping tape around their mouths to keep the gag in place.”

“That’s fuckin’ gross,” I reply through a small laugh.

“It’s better than what they deserved.”

He grinds his hips against mine, cock pulsing inside me, stroking so fucking deep I see stars. “Ghost,” I moan.

“Shhhh, baby. Let me finish.”

My head falls back against the wall, and my eyes fall shut as I envision the story he’s telling. “I’m going to be the one finishing if you don’t hurry up.”

His tempo picks up, hard cock thrusting in and out of me to the echoing wet sounds of slapping skin. “Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect, Mallory. My twisted little freak. Fuck, I love you. Hurry up and soak my dick, baby. I need it.”

A smile splits across my face. “Better finish the story then, Ghost.”

“So fucking defiant,” he grumbles, before continuing, swirling his hips. “I tied a plastic bag over both their heads, and stuffed them into the trunk of your Civic.” His warm hand moves up under my thigh to squeeze my ass. Gripping me tight as he fucks me harder, pulling me on his cock as he drives it inside me. “They suffocated on the drive out to their pre-dug grave, where I burned and buried them.”

I remember the feeling of Johnson strangling me, robbing the air from my lungs until they were burning. My chest and brain both starving for oxygen as my vision hazed, and I couldn’t think straight anymore. Suffocation may not have been the most brutal way for them to die, but the minutes that drag on like hours while you helplessly pass away are equivalent to torture.

“It was my first kill, so it was quick and clean. But I wish every day I had tortured them and the others the way I had Edward,” he confesses.

“What did you do to him?”

Before I can register what’s happening, Ghost releases my wrists, drops his grip on my ass, and slides out of me. Spinning us toward the sink, he bends me over the counter, slamming back into me, and stealing my breath. His fingers weave into my hair and fist tight, hauling my body up.

“Watch,” he growls.

I open my eyes, willing my vision to focus while being fucked into oblivion. “That’s my good fucking girl. Watch the way your delicious body reacts to my depravity.”

Ghost releases my hair, slowing the speed of his thrusts. Through the mirror in front of me, I watch as he leisurely unbuttons the shirt of his gore covered police costume. His cock moves in and out of my swollen cunt, so fucking slowly, ensuring I feel every inch of him claiming me. He pulls the shirt off, dropping it to the floor, baring his fine-ass tattooed body to me.

“Fuck, I love it when you look at me like that.”

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